Notes from the crazy author: Right, so basically this is my first fanfic EVER! Seriously, and I have never been more nervous. It took me like **checks calender** 3 months just to finish this first chapter, then ANOTHER month just to edit and spell check it. Obviously, I am quite the procrastinator.

So, yes, this is a Roxas and Axel fanfiction, with a bit of Marluxia and Roxas master/slave stuff going on. Roxas IS Evin, for all you people going "Where is Roxas?" "Who da HELL is Evin?" And "ZOMGWTFROFLMAO, this is OC/Axel!"

Roxas is Evin. He was just broken of his identity and basically can't rememeber a thing about his life before Marluxia took him in.

Warning!: This does contain BOYxBOY! YAOI, GAYNESS, AND ALL TOGETHER ONE BIG SWEATY MAN-SEX PARTY! There, just had to warn you.

Disclamer: I wish I did, but I do not own anything from Kingdom Hearts, nor any of its characters. For if I did..... well let's just say the things it would contain would just be too much for the public to handle. Everyone's brains would explode, except for the truly hardcore Yaoi fans. And even they would suffer blood loss from the massive amounts of nose-bleeds they would have.

My name is Evin, and I am nothing.

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Six years, has it really been only that long? Six years since I was found? Feels like I have been in this hell forever. These halls are so familiar, these rooms, I know them like the back of my hand, the beds.....ugh, HE made sure I knew them well. But I know this hell has drained me. I can't even remember what my name used to be.

Perhaps after years of being treated like a pet, the humiliation and beating into me the lesson of the NEW me, my old self finally gave up. Even though I don't even recognize that self anymore, he is a distant stranger in my mind, watching how I suffer day by day. With him died everything I once had, including my identity. What was my name? Did I have family?

But I don't need that anymore, HE made that perfectly clear. HE gave me a new identity, the only thing I should ever have to know.

My name is Evin, and I am........

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"Nothing.." HIS voice rasped in my ears, sending chills crackeling down my spine. But HIS heated flesh moving against my back fought with the chills, creating a war of sensations along my skin. "Absolutely nothing, worthless, a waste; thats what you are, Evin." Each name was followed by a painful thrust, pounding into me the insults along with HIS painfully large length. It hurt so much, the names and the thrusts inside of me, each defining what I was.

"A worthless slut, a whore, Evin. You're liking this, aren't you? You filthy bitch, you are a disgusting nothing. You know.." Thrust "It's.." Thrust "True."

A rough hand twined fingers into my golden hair, gripping hard to tug my head sharply back.

"Say it." Thrust. "Say it's true."

"SAY IT!" Thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust.....

I bit my lip against the feeling of HIM in me, teeth bringing forth beads of crimson blood. No. It can't be true. I don't like this, this PAIN. But even as I finished the thought, HE pounded in deeply, rolling HIS hips to brush that small bundle of nerves inside of me.

Almost instantly, a wave of pleasure raged through me, ravaging every fiber of my being with euphoria of ecstasy. A loud moan escaped my lips, followed by another even more desperate as HIS large hand snaked around my front to wrap around my length.

"Uhnn....."

"I knew it. You want this, right Evin?" HIS mouth was sucking at my pale neck, painfully biting the ivory skin with unforgiving teeth. A rough tongue slid over the offending marks, caressing tenderly even as HE thrust painfully inside once more. "You always want this. That's why you can't leave me. You can never leave me."

A whispered wind of words, fluttering briefly by my ear before slipping in to poison my mind.

"I am all you have left, and you will always come crawling back to me… my darling little Evin," a kiss planted itself at the base of my ear, tender and loving. "You need me." The whispered words vibrated against my throat, though they slipped much deeper.

It was true, I thought painfully. It had to be, why else didn't I leave? Why did I never try? WHY? But all thought was eradicated from my head in another wave of pleasure. The ecstasy was rising with every thrust and pump HE gave me, a desperate heat coiling in my belly begging for release. Pressing my face down into the bed, I gripped silk sheets tightly, feeling HIS thrusts increase desperately in speed. HE was close too, pounding into me as he moaned over my shoulder. Gasping for breath, he pumped me faster than his thrusts, intent on my coming before him.

"S…..say it…….s-say.. my..name…Uhn!" His sentence was punctuated by a deep low moan, proving he didn't have much time before it ended. With practiced skill, he angled himself deeper inside of me, never skipping a single pounding thrust. Over and over again he thudded into my prostate, over and over again I screamed into the bed, knuckles white with effort of grasping the sheets. "You always….say it…..when.. you come for me…"

"Hnn.." Pleasure coursed through my veins, pounding out of my brain anything that could have passed for words. Colors, flashing before my eyes in bright spots. Heat, coiled tight and spring-loaded waiting for the moment to fire. HIM, driving into me more and more of the beloved ecstasy, ordering me to cry HIS name….. no, pleading me.

"Say it…Evin, say my name…Oh god, please Evin…." A hot wetness dripped down my back, probably sweat. But my mind was too driven by the sex to even consider it might be tears. But with one last thrust, hitting the nerves one last time, there was nothing to consider at all.

"Nh.. MARLUXIA!"

Stars burst before my closed eyes, launching me up into a field of white warmth. It felt like I could float here forever in this euphoria, the glowing aftereffect glazing my eyes to the world. I couldn't even feel HIS last shuddering thrusts as he came inside me, so dazed was I.

This is how it always was, how it always is, and how it always will be.

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The harsh sound of silence met my ears as my consciousness finally floated down to the real world. Sleep pulled at my lids as I wearily fluttered my eyes open. I lay naked on top of the spoiled sheets, my body the only one inhabiting the bed. Marluxia stood by the side of the bed, already fixing the top button of his scarlet waistcoat. Face cold and impassive, his hands fluttered briefly upward to straighten the ruffled cravat at his throat.

Where was the master who did this to me, my inner voice cried out desperately. Where was the master who pleaded I cry out his name? WHERE? But the pleas were pushed down by the repetitive knowledge my mind always knew.

He never existed.

Marluxia walked briskly to the heavy oak door out of the room, grasping the solid bolt and sliding it over so he could open it. Crystal cold eyes glanced back at me from over his shoulder, a small smirk playing across the steel color gleaming in them.

"Clean this mess up, Evin."

The door huffed a solid THUD as he shut it behind him, blocking out the soft sounds of his receding footsteps. I could only stare blankly at the door from where I lay on the bed, reaching down to pull the stained sheets up over my bruised body. The thought of staying like this, a broken sex slave for one of the maids to come in and clean up for the next use, passed my mind fleetingly. I could just sleep, and take whatever punishment came later for not obeying orders. But it fluttered away as quickly as it came.

No, master told ME to clean. So no one else could. And I can't disappoint my master.

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My name is Evin, and I am nothing.